Hidden Library

Room of Requirements

"No Ron," Hermione stated. "I am looking for information on Horcruxs' and you know that is far more important."

Hermione and Ron were talking while she organized books in the back of the library. They had made up since he and Lavender broke up.

"But if my mum sees my grades she will kill me, Mione," Ron whined.

"Ron." Hermione finally snapped. "I have my own things I need to do you can't keep bothering me. You had two weeks to do your charms essay I am not going to do it for you."

"But-"

"No. You will just have to do it yourself, Ronald. If you ask me again I will make you grow hair out of your ears." Ron's hands instinctively went to cover his ears as Hermione stalked away.

Hermione had originally planned to do her work in the library after assisting Madam Pince. She'd wanted to look into dark artifacts. But now, her planned ruined- knowing that if she stayed in the library Ron would not leave her alone.

So, she headed out of the library down several corridors to find an alcove or... something quiet. She had somehow made it to the seventh floor. The corridors were deserted, it seemed like a vaguely familiar part of the castle that Hermione didn't often visit because the cold air would chill her bones and make her shiver.

She had begun to turn to leave, wanting a warmer area of the castle when out of her peripherals she saw the stone walls of Hogwarts shifting. Hermione turned on her heel to see a door of metal and wood had the taken place of the stone.

The Room of Requirements.

Hermione realized. But why did it open for her? She wasn't in danger or in desperate need of anything. She only wanted a quiet place to study and work. But it had opened for her, why not see what the interior took to for a student to study in.

Hermione took a glance around to ensure no one would see her before she reached out for the door handle. The cold metal of the handle bit into her skin as she turned it with a click. A rush of warmth ran out of the room as the gap widened, Hermione quickly stepped in.

Awestruck by the room Hermione gasped.

The room was the size of a loft, filled with wall-to-wall bookshelves overflowed with tombs, some older looking than the others. A small spiral staircase in a corner of a room- right next to a bay window- lead to a second half-story that had even more bookshelves. A fire crackled in the fireplace that leads Hermione's eyes over to a small kitchenette that had an outdated stove. The rest of the room was scattered with overstuffed fluffy chairs, plush couches, and cushions over top of the long shag rugs in various hues of green and blue.

Hermione simply stood in the room, wide-eyed. It was the room that she would have dreamt about before all the hell in the world flooded her life. The room felt like a cave to hide in until a break in the storm, it was soft and comforting. Engulfing her like a blanket in its soft fabric and extensive book collection.

Hermione placed her book bag on the coffee table in the middle of the room before exploring, starting with the kitchenette.

It had a small ice maker attached to an icebox. The counters were made up of a dark mahogany wood that felt rich and warm in the space. The few upper cabinets were filled with mugs, cups, bowls, and a few tea kettles while the bottom cabinets contained tea and tea supplies. All kinds of tea- even though the room and appliances seemed outdated and untouched for years the tea, sugar, and honey seemed relatively new.

Without a second thought, Hermione picked a tea kettle, filled it with water, and placed it on the stove. To her surprise, the gas fire actually lit. As the water heated Hermione looked around the rest of the room. It was slightly dusty but she easily cleansed it with a soft flick of her wand. Before turning to the wall of books.